Chapter 353: Teacher and Student Reunion
Chapter 353: Teacher and Student Reunion
As Chen Chuan drove the Gader car to the front square of Wu Yi Academy, he glanced at the bustling scene of students coming and going.
It was the end of July, and tomorrow was the day for first-class students to re-enroll for the re-examination.
Seeing the hopeful students, he couldn't help but think back to himself two years ago. He silently wished them luck and slowed down the car, stopping at the entrance. He showed his ID card and gestured.
The security guard at the entrance seemed to recognize him, a former military veteran, and couldn't help but react to Chen Chuan. He made a gesture to allow him to pass.
Chen Chuan nodded at him and drove into the school.
To be honest, during his time at Wu Yi Academy, except for the last time he left the school, most of the time, he had always entered and exited through the side door. This time, however, he drove straight through the main entrance, giving him a completely different feeling—both familiar and unfamiliar.
Turning from the front of the ceremonial hall building, he drove towards the administrative building, glancing at the dormitory building across from the Spring Autumn Lake.
Wu Xuelang should have graduated, and Feng Xiaoqi, Luo Kaiyuan, and Wei Dong had only one year left at Wu Yi. He wondered if they were at school and decided to visit the dormitory later.
Hmm, he could also visit the dormitory manager, but he couldn't increase her retirement fund yet.
After reaching the administrative building, he parked the car in the parking lot and got out. Looking at the steps ahead, he adjusted his hat and walked up.
Due to the re-examination enrollment tomorrow, there were quite a few students in the administrative building's lobby seeking consultation. Several teachers were also present, and when they saw Chen Chuan enter, they were all taken aback.
The students couldn't discern anything, but they felt an aura that made them subconsciously fall silent. However, the teachers recognized the uniform of the Processing Bureau.
Just last year, many teachers related to the former principal were either transferred or taken away by the Processing Bureau. Their first reaction was to wonder if the Processing Bureau had come to arrest someone again. But upon closer inspection, they noticed a difference—besides the uniform, Chen Chuan's shoulder patch bore a silver sword, the emblem of the Central City Processing Bureau.
The Central City Processing Bureau?
The teachers were all shocked.
Central City rarely sent people to local Wu Yi, so what had happened? But this person seemed vaguely familiar...
Most of the teachers had seen Chen Chuan before, but he seemed a bit taller than last year, and the invisible aura surrounding him made their hearts race, some fearing involvement in the matter. They all stood in place, none daring to ask questions.
Chen Chuan didn't recognize these teachers, but he had seen a few of them before when entering and exiting the school. As he walked through the lobby, he nodded to them and headed upstairs.
Only after he had passed did the atmosphere in the room relax. The teachers exchanged glances, asking each other questions, but no one had any clues.
Chen Chuan went straight to the sixth floor, towards the logistics office. He walked down the corridor to the door, where Cheng Zotong was on the phone, apparently busy. The calls were related to tomorrow's enrollment and the subsequent re-examination.
He waited for a while and heard the sound of pouring water. He approached and knocked on the door, saying, "Teacher."
Cheng Zotong looked up, his face lighting up with joy. He stood up from behind his desk, "Xiao Chuan, you're here! I guessed you'd arrive about now. Come in, come in, sit down. Oh, this uniform looks so sharp!"
Chen Chuan had been in touch with Cheng Zotong by phone, but after half a year without seeing each other, he noticed that the teacher's face had become even rounder, and his complexion was ruddy. It seemed he had been well-nourished these days.
When Cheng Zotong greeted Chen Chuan, he instinctively wanted to close the door, but then changed his mind, letting his hand drop. He carried the teapot to the sofa, sighing, "Oh, it's been half a year since I last saw you, and you've changed quite a bit. Xiao Chuan, your vitality is different, and this uniform... Hmm..."
He was perceptive, and after the initial joy of seeing his outstanding student passed, he began to notice some clues. But he wasn't entirely sure.
Chen Chuan took off his wide-brimmed hat and placed it on his knee, looking at Cheng Zotong as he said, "Teacher, I haven't had the chance to tell you yet, but I entered the third limit a few days ago, becoming a third-limit fighter."
Cheng Zotong was taken aback, then became excited, his face turning red. He slapped the desk, and one corner of it made a cracking sound, "Xiao Chuan, you're in the third limit?!"
Chen Chuan nodded.
"Good, good, good!"
Cheng Zotong looked at him for a while, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart. He sat down again, "You've only been in Central City for half a year, right? But come to think of it, Xiao Chuan, with your talent, I've never seen anyone more talented than you. You've always progressed faster than others, and you've been in the second limit for so long. It's time for you to enter the third limit. For others, it might be considered early, but for you, it's like a long-accumulated talent finally bursting forth."
He sighed with a smile, "I'm so fortunate, Xiao Chuan. Being able to teach a student like you, I have no regrets in this life."
"Ever since Chen Chuan's match with those juniors, the number of calls he received from Central City had gradually increased. People were openly and secretly asking him to take in these juniors for training, but he had gained a lot of face from that, and his appetite had grown significantly since that day.
At this moment, Chen Chuan stood up, took the cup that Cheng Zitong had spilled some water on, and poured him a drink. As he handed it back, he said, "It's a student's luck to receive guidance from a teacher."
Cheng Zitong laughed and took the cup. "Little Chuan, you're still the same." His smile faded a little, and he said, "Being a student in Central City isn't easy, is it?"
Chen Chuan replied, "It's manageable."
"Indeed, you've made it through. As a third-limit fighter, you can go anywhere. Many people stop here, but with your talent, you should be able to go further."
Cheng Zitong seemed to think of something and sighed, "The higher you go, the more difficult it becomes. There are countless people who haven't made progress in decades. Some don't want to, but they simply can't."
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "Teacher, does the third limit involve some kind of secret?"
Cheng Zitong replied, "I've heard some rumors, but they're not certain. Don't worry about it here. Someone will come and tell you when the time comes. Even if you don't want to know, they'll come and let you know. Just wait, and when it's time to make a choice, be careful not to fall into a pitfall."
He paused and added, "If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask my second uncle. He knows a lot and is willing to guide capable juniors. I'll give him a call later."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Teacher."
"You're being too polite with your teacher."
Chen Chuan responded with a sound of agreement. He took out a bag he carried with him and retrieved some items. "These are some things I brought for you from Central City..."
"You're here, and you even brought something..."
Chen Chuan took out a notebook and handed it over. "This is a record of the strange occurrences I encountered and handled in Central City, along with some collected and organized information."
Cheng Zitong's eyes lit up. This was his hobby, and he quickly took the notebook. "Ah, this is your student's thoughtful gift. I can't refuse it. Good, this is great!"
Just then, the phone on the desk rang, and it kept ringing. Cheng Zitong answered the call and hung up after a while.
"Teacher, are you busy?" asked Chen Chuan.
"Indeed," replied Cheng Zitong. "Tomorrow is the re-examination enrollment, and in less than a month, the re-examination will take place. We need to start preparing now.
This year is different from previous years. The recommended student enrollment has been canceled, and there are more applicants than before. The school is taking it very seriously, and everyone is busy. Our logistics department is no exception."
"In that case, I won't disturb your work any further, Teacher. I'll be staying in Yangzhi for a month. I'll come to visit you again when you're free."
"I won't stand on ceremony with you either, Student. You just returned to Yangzhi. Take a good rest. When I have some free time, we'll have a proper chat, Teacher and student."
"Okay," said Chen Chuan as he put on his hat. "Teacher, I'll take my leave now."
"Go ahead," Cheng Zitong stood up and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't linger here. The world outside is vast."
Chen Chuan bid farewell to Cheng Zitong and left.
Cheng Zitong, in high spirits, returned to his desk and continued working for a while. Finally, he took a short break to drink some water, and suddenly, he thought of something. He chuckled, picked up the phone, dialed a number, and the call connected after a moment.
"Senior Brother, it's me. I'm coming to your place for dinner today, so remember to prepare more... My appetite is good, right? The rice at your place is so fragrant! It's settled then. I'll hang up now."
After leaving the logistics office, Chen Chuan had planned to visit Teachers Bian Feng and Yue Hong to greet them.
However, as he passed by the recruitment office, he found it empty. Everyone was probably busy outside, so he gave up on the idea. After leaving, he strolled along the lakeside road, enjoying the gentle breeze blowing from the lake.
As he approached, he noticed a group of students gathered. These were freshmen who had come to inquire about the re-examination. They didn't recognize the teachers, let alone Chen Chuan. However, they instinctively lowered their voices upon seeing his uniform.
Just then, a senior student was helping the dormitory manager distribute materials and answer questions. Sensing the atmosphere, he looked up and was stunned. He then excitedly said to the dormitory manager, "Senior Chen! Teacher, it's Senior Chen!"
The dormitory manager also noticed Chen Chuan and glanced at the shoulder patch on his uniform. A smile appeared on her face. "Chen, you've risen quickly. It seems my retirement fund is in good hands."
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(End of Chapter)
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